Ghostality Records wrote a song inspired by my old Tin Man scarecrow.
Monday, December 27, 2021
Now Playing: Tin Man
Sunday, December 26, 2021
Now Playing: The Dead Fire
By Apocryphos, Kammarheit, and Atrium Carceri, from another flawless Dark Ambient album called Echo.
Shark's In The Water. Our Shark.
Farewell and adieu to you, fair Spanish ladies.
Farewell and adieu, you ladies of Spain
For we’ve received orders for to sail back to Boston.
And so nevermore shall we see you again.
Raven Manor
Saturday, December 25, 2021
Friday, December 24, 2021
Now Playing: PSALM005: Amtracks
This is a really fantastic ambient album by Dylan Henner. Oddly, and I don't just think this is the Christmas Eve talking, it feels extremely Christmas-appropriate.
Thursday, December 23, 2021
The Pulley Witch Project
I have been battling this short movie clip for months. It was created in an obsolete .MOV format and I figured it was gone for good. This morning I uploaded it to youtube and see if that would convert it into something watchable. It worked. Sure, it's only 3 seconds long and shot with a super 8mm camera in the 80s and then converted to VHS tape and then to digital, but it's still pretty neat to watch.
Wednesday, December 22, 2021
The Shrill
The Dead returned. Billions of corpses began to move, convulse, groan, and then, quite horribly, shriek. It was a high-pitched and piercing sound. The world called it The Shrill. And it was the extent of their cruelty. There were no armies of dead, no brain-seeking deceased hungry cannibals. Just the shouting from frail, weak frames which made no attempt to stand. Cemeteries around the world became places of the unholy deafening Shrill. Layers of earth muffled the shrieks, but the sheer volume of the deceased in one condensed location created a terrifying chorus that never stopped.
It was a sunny, windy day in late October. I stood on the other side of the river across from the city's acres-wide cemetery. I listened to the shrieks carried on the wind and over the water. I remembered some lines from an old poem by T.S. Eliot. He wrote
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
Image by tombnails.
Tuesday, December 21, 2021
The Third
When it came near him, Scrooge bent down upon his knee; for in the very air through which this Spirit moved it seemed to scatter gloom and mystery. It was shrouded in a deep black garment, which concealed its head, its face, its form, and left nothing of it visible, save one outstretched hand. But for this, it would have been difficult to detach its figure from the night and separate it from the darkness by which it was surrounded.
Unspeakable Horrors
What The Internet Did To Garfield
In the age of short video clips and shorter attention spans, it's really nice to see a youtube video that spans an hour and twenty minutes which has 1.4 million views (so you KNOW it has to be pretty captivating).










